Ek Chidiya ... lyrics

Ek Chidiya ... lyrics

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ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo

Didi ye anek kya hota hai ?
Anek…. anek yani bahut saare….
jaise…
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

achcha to taroN ko anek bhi kehte hain ??
nahi nahi !!

dekho phir se batati hooN
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

ek gilhari, ….
ek aur gilhari……
ek ek ek karke ho gayee ab anek gilhariyaaN…
ek titali, anek titaliyaaN….

ek chidiya.. ek ek anek chidiyaaN……
anek chidiyoN ki kahani sunoge ….
haan sunao…

ek chidiya anek chidiya….
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..
(chorus  didi humen bhi sunao…….

phir se suno…
ek chidiya, anek chidiyaN
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..

WahiN ek byaadh ne jaal bichhaya tha…
byaadh, byaadh kya hota hai didi ?
byaadh … chidiya pakadne wala

to phir kya hua, usne chidiyoN ko pakad liya,…
unhe maar diya ……
un..huh…

Himmat se jo jute rahe to bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya..
bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya …
1..2..3.. furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Chaturrr cidiyaaN sayaani chidiyaaN,
miljul kar, jaal le kar…
Bhaagi chidiyaaN….
furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

door ek gaaon mein chidiyon ke dost chuhe rahte the….
unhone unka jaal kaat diya………

dekha ekta mein kitni shakti hai……
didi agar hum ek ho jaayen to kya koi bhi kaam kar sakte hain ?
haan haan kyon nahi …
to kya is ped ke aam bhi tod sakte hain 
haan magar jugat lagani hogi …
JUGAT 
 * 

        * * *

achchha ye jugat …. wah bada mazaa aayega….
HO GAYE EK …
BAN GAYEE TAKAT..
BAN GAYEE HIMMAT…
hind desh ke niwasi sabhi jana ek hain,
rang-roop vesh-bhaasha chahe anek hain

—- repeat —-
bela gulab juhi champa chameli…..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hai …
ek-anek-ek anek

suraj ek, chanda ek, taare anek,
ek gilhari , anek gilhariyaaN,
ek titli, anek titaliyaaN,
ek chidiyaa , anek chidiyaaN……

are bela gulab juhi champa chameli..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hain…..

ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
ting ting ting tindig tiding…
tuu tuu toooo
tuu tuu toooo

Didi ye anek kya hota hai ?
Anek…. anek yani bahut saare….
jaise…
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

achcha to taroN ko anek bhi kehte hain ??
nahi nahi !!

dekho phir se batati hooN
suraj ek…
chanda ek…..
taare anek….

ek gilhari, ….
ek aur gilhari……
ek ek ek karke ho gayee ab anek gilhariyaaN…
ek titali, anek titaliyaaN….

ek chidiya.. ek ek anek chidiyaaN……
anek chidiyoN ki kahani sunoge ….
haan sunao…

ek chidiya anek chidiya….
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..
(chorus  didi humen bhi sunao…….

phir se suno…
ek chidiya, anek chidiyaN
dana chugne baith gayee thi …..

WahiN ek byaadh ne jaal bichhaya tha…
byaadh, byaadh kya hota hai didi ?
byaadh … chidiya pakadne wala

to phir kya hua, usne chidiyoN ko pakad liya,…
unhe maar diya ……
un..huh…

Himmat se jo jute rahe to bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya..
bada kaam bhi hove bhaiya …
1..2..3.. furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Chaturrr cidiyaaN sayaani chidiyaaN,
miljul kar, jaal le kar…
Bhaagi chidiyaaN….
furrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

door ek gaaon mein chidiyon ke dost chuhe rahte the….
unhone unka jaal kaat diya………

dekha ekta mein kitni shakti hai……
didi agar hum ek ho jaayen to kya koi bhi kaam kar sakte hain ?
haan haan kyon nahi …
to kya is ped ke aam bhi tod sakte hain 
haan magar jugat lagani hogi …
JUGAT 

* 

        * * *

achchha ye jugat …. wah bada mazaa aayega….
HO GAYE EK …
BAN GAYEE TAKAT..
BAN GAYEE HIMMAT…
hind desh ke niwasi sabhi jana ek hain,
rang-roop vesh-bhaasha chahe anek hain

—- repeat —-
bela gulab juhi champa chameli…..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hai …
ek-anek-ek anek

suraj ek, chanda ek, taare anek,
ek gilhari , anek gilhariyaaN,
ek titli, anek titaliyaaN,
ek chidiyaa , anek chidiyaaN……

are bela gulab juhi champa chameli..
phool hain anek kintu mala phir ek hain…..

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Come, fill your life with joy .........

Come, fill your life with joy .........

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Happy Sankranti 2011

The sun appears serene and peaceful.
The days have become shorter.
The sweet festival of Sankranti has come,
     filling our homes with the newly harvested grain.

Oh my dear friend, here comes the gangireddudasu.
Come, let us go and see him.
He wears a silver medallion and a waist belt.
He carries a decorated staff and wears special marks on his forehead.
He brings with him the richly caparisoned sacred cow and
     bull and performs their marriage.
Let us see the marriage ceremony and offer our gifts

As Sankranti is the festival of festivals,
Come, reach your homes, if you are away.
  Spend your time in fun and frolic with your loved ones,
The entire household and neighborhood will welcome you with love and affection.

Come, let's all celebrate Sankranti together. Fly your kites, share your sweets.
Fill your life with joy and make this time a memorable one.

Pawan Alluru

pawan@live.in

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

Thy way, not mine, O Lord, however dark it be; lead me by thine own hand, choose out the path for me ...

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be;
lead me by thine own hand,
choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
it will be still the best;
winding or straight, it leads
right onward to thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
choose thou for me, my God,
so I shall walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
is thine; so let the way
that leads to it be thine,
else I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
with joy or sorrow fill,
as best to thee may seem;
choose thou my good and ill.

Choose thou for me my friends,
my sickness or my health;
choose thou my cares for me
my poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice
in things or great or small;
be thou my Guide, my Strength
my wisdom and my all.

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1857

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He had his little ways ....

He had his little ways ....

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King John was not a good man --
He had his little ways.
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days.
And men who came across him,
When walking in the town,
Gave him a supercilious stare,
Or passed with noses in the air --
And bad King John stood dumbly there,
Blushing beneath his crown.

King John was not a good man,
And no good friends had he.
He stayed in every afternoon...
But no one came to tea.
And, round about December,
The cards upon his shelf
Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer,
And fortune in the coming year,
Were never from his near and dear,
But only from himself.

King John was not a good man,
Yet had his hopes and fears.
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years.
But every year at Christmas,
While minstrels stood about,
Collecting tribute from the young
For all the songs they might have sung,
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out.

King John was not a good man,
He lived his live aloof;
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof.
He wrote it down and propped it
Against the chimney stack:
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY - NEAR AND FAR -
F. Christmas in particular."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "Jack."

"I want some crackers,
And I want some candy;
I think a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I don't mind oranges,
I do like nuts!
And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife
That really cuts.
And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man --
He wrote this message out,
And gat him to this room again,
Descending by the spout.
And all that night he lay there,
A prey to hopes and fears.
"I think that's him a-coming now!"
(Anxiety bedewed his brow.)
"He'll bring one present, anyhow --
The first I had for years."

"Forget about the crackers,
And forget the candy;
I'm sure a box of chocolates
Would never come in handy;
I don't like oranges,
I don't want nuts,
And I HAVE got a pocket-knife
That almost cuts.
But, oh! Father christmas, if you love me at all,
Bring me a big, red, india-rubber ball!"

King John was not a good man,
Next morning when the sun
Rose up to tell a waiting world
That Christmas had begun,
And people seized their stockings,
And opened them with glee,
And crackers, toys and games appeared,
And lips with sticky sweets were smeared,
King John said grimly: "As I feared,
Nothing again for me!"

"I did want crackers,
And I did want candy;
I know a box of chocolates
Would come in handy;
I do love oranges,
I did want nuts!
And, oh! if Father Christmas, had loved me at all,
He would have brought a big, red,
india-rubber ball!"

King John stood by the window,
And frowned to see below
The happy bands of boys and girls
All playing in the snow.
A while he stood there watching,
And envying them all ...
When through the window big and red
There hurtled by his royal head,
And bounced and fell upon the bed,
An india-rubber ball!

AND, OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS,
MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL
FOR BRINGING HIM
A BIG, RED,
INDIA-RUBBER
BALL!

- AA Milne

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I shall be free some day ....... by Charles Tindley

I shall be free some day ....... by Charles Tindley

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Beams of Heaven, as I go,
Through this wilderness below,
Guide my feet in peaceful ways,
Turn my midnights into days;
When in the darkness I would grope,
Faith always sees a star of hope,
And soon from all life’s grief and danger,
I shall be free some day.

Refrain

I do not know how long ’twill be,
Nor what the future holds for me,
But this I know, if Jesus leads me,
I shall get home some day.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
Joy abounds without a tear,
Though a day so bright begun,
Clouds may hide tomorrow’s sun;
There’ll be a day that’s always bright,
A day that never yields to night,
And in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold some day.

Refrain

Harder yet may be the fight,
Right may often yield to might,
Wickedness awhile may reign,
Satan’s cause may seem to gain,
There is a God that rules above,
With hand of power and heart of love,
If I am right, He’ll fight my battle,
I shall have peace some day.
 

Refrain

Burdens now may crush me down,
Disappointments all around,
Troubles speak in mournful sigh,
Sorrow through a tear stained eye;
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
No mourning soul shall roam its plains,
And to that land of peace and glory
I want to go some day.

Refrain

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Bhati Me Bharatam (Ep.16) By Dr.Ramakant Shukla (1989)

Bhati Me Bharatam (Ep.16) By Dr.Ramakant Shukla (1989)

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Bhati Me Bharatam, a Sanskrit television series in twenty episodes was written and directed by Dr.RamaKant Shukla. Bhati Me Bharatam depicts India as a symbol for Unity In Diversity.
The video here shows episode 16.

Realmedia excerpt

MP3 excerpt

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